It had been about a month since the Shit Swirly ordeal that left Gohan's last shred of innocence shattered. Ever since that fateful day, Gohan had been meticulously planning his revenge on the students of Orange Star. He didn't want to just murder them mindlessly like Vegeta; Gohan wanted to make them suffer. Gohan learned a lot of valuable information while watching documentaries on mass murders for the past month, also growing a penchant for thick, black trenchcoats.

Unfortunately, thanks to Chichi's nagging and alcohol abuse, Gohan was forced to go to monthly school therapy sessions. Gohan had to keep it cool in order to not give anything away, but luckily for him all therapists are pretty much useless.

Gohan sat idly in the therapist's office, who was already 20 minutes late. He finally stumbles in, clearly hungover.

"Ah, Gohan, there's that smiling face!" Mr. Prozac greets him, and immediately downs a handful of pills.

"Shit, my head feels like a balloon full of dildos." He rubs his head as he takes a seat.

Gohan rolls his eyes. "All right doc, just give my prescription, scribble in a few bullshit notes, and let's call it a fuckin' day."

Mr. Prozac takes out his pill dispenser from his drawer, and pops another handful. "Now Gohan, you know that's not how it works. We gotta talk about your problems and such, help you out." He downs the pills with a swig of water. "God damn! That first bar of Xanax, Gohan. Makes me want to hit my wife!"

"I got nothin' to say..." Gohan folds his arm and scrunches his face.

"Nonsense. Have you been taking your medication, Gohan?" Mr. Prozac asks.

"Fuck no!" Gohan replies in disgust. "I never want to touch that shit again. You know how annoying it is to have to pop a Viagra every time I want to jack off?"

"Listen kid, I'm hopped up on so many pills my dick doesn't work at all anymore." Mr. Prozac walks to his cabinet and downs another set of medication. "That's the price for happiness."

Gohan rolls his eyes.

Mr. Prozac pulls out a prescription note. "You just need some more dosage. I'm upping your medication." He tears it off and hands it to Gohan.

"This is some fucking Mike Pence conversion therapy bullshit." Gohan complains.

"That's life, kid. Now get the fuck out of my office, my dick only works 5 minutes after I take my first Xanny of the day."

Gohan angrily heads of the office and tears up the prescription note, tossing it in the garbage.

"Fuck the pharma industry."

As Gohan passes through the halls, he hears Lil Pump in the distance. "Oh shit."

Sharpner and his crew greet Gohan with a smug grin, blocking his path.

"What the fuck's up, Queerhan?" Sharpner bumps him in the chest. "Still going to therapy sessions like a little pansy bitch?" His crew bursts into laughter.

Gohan ignores them and tries to pass through.

"Nice trench coat, fag. Did you travel all the way back to 2002 to find it?" Sharpner chuckles, and shoves him aside into the lockers. Coincidentally enough, Gohan actually did use Bulma's time machine to get the trench coat from 2002.

"Fuck off, Sharpner..." Gohan mumbles.

"Seeya later, pussy!" Sharpner shouts as he walks off.

Gohan growls. "Fucking asshole... you'll be getting yours soon."

All of the sudden, Willy pops up out of nowhere. "Hey Gohan, why you talking to yourself?"

"Nothing Willy, just forget about it." Gohan brushes himself off and continues down the hall.

"Got out of therapy early, huh?" Willy smiles. "Just in time for lunch! You know they finally got that new Burger King installed in the cafeteria?"

"No way!" Gohan slams his backpack down on the floor. "If I had known that, I would've stole some of my mom's money."

Willy chuckles, and pulls out his Cars 3 wallet. "No worries, Gohan. I got you. Here." Willy hands him a crisp $10 bill.

"Thanks Willy, you're a real sport." Gohan smirks. "Quick, let's head to the cafeteria before the line gets too big!"

...

After Gohan blew a hole through the wall and ceiling at school, the Japanese government was forced to give Orange Star a nice hefty paycheck to pay for the damages. Luckily for them, it was well over what they needed, and in celebration, Mr. Snapper ordered the installation of a Burger King inside the school cafeteria, his personal favorite fast food restaurant. There was a big line as pretty much every student was eager to get their hands on a Whopper.

Gohan stood in between Willy and the huge, roided hall monitor that he met on his first day of school. Gohan's oversized trench coat took up a considerable space in the line.

"Hey fuckboy, you gonna at least give me a reach around before riding my ass?" The roided freak turns around, glaring at Gohan. "I swear, nobody has any respect for privacy nowadays!"

"Geez, sorry, dude..." Gohan backs up a little bit.

"Shut the FUCK up!" He screams at Gohan, then immediately tries to calm himself down, taking deep breaths. "Relax Terry, it's just the prednisone kicking in. Fuck, I need another dose..." Terry runs out of the cafeteria, his footsteps so strong they cause the room to shake.

"Man, what's his problem?" Gohan asks.

"Terry's a roidhead. One time he killed a group of students for messing with his syringes." Willy informs him.

"Jesus." Gohan shudders.

Gohan and Willy were almost next to order, until suddenly Sharpner and his crew showed up.

"Sorry boys, but fags order last." Sharpner and his friends shove Gohan and Willy and cut in front of them.

"What the fuck Sharpner, we've been waiting for ages!" Gohan steps back in front of him.

"Yeah, waiting for me, fag. Now get the fuck out of my way." Sharpner shoves him and walks toward the register.

"Welcome to Burger King, how can I take your order." mumbles a very unenthusiastic Krillin, much to Gohan's surprise.

"What the fuck?" Gohan mutters in shock.

"You can start by taking my order with a smile, you little bald penis head looking motherfucker." Sharpner laughs. Krillin looks pissed off, but forces a smile.

"How can I take your order today, sir?" Krillin says a little more enthusiastically.

"Yeah, cool, let me get uhhh..." Sharpner stares at the menu. "Uhh.." This goes on for several minutes.

"Oh my god, hurry the fuck up and order already you metrosexual looking fuck!" Erasa screams at him from the line.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, bitch!" Sharpner shouts back at her. "Yeah, uh, give me a large Triple Whopper meal. And a Monster."

"This is fucking Burger King, not Carl's Jr." Krillin says in frustration. "We don't carry Monster."

"No Monster? That's some fuckin kids meal shit. Whatever, give me a cherry Coke, skin head."

Krillin growls in anger as he types in the order on the register. "Will that be all?"

"Yeah, and make sure that shit is fire grilled, or I'm gonna spit in my burger and say you did it." Sharpner grins.

Krillin sighs. "8.75."

Sharpner hands him the money. "Thanks, fag." and walks off.

"Can't believe I have to work a fucking day job." Krillin sighs. "Next." Gohan walks up to the register.

"Krillin? What the hell are you doing here?" Gohan asks.

"Huh?" Krillin looks at Gohan confused for a second. "Gohan, is that you? Wow, I didn't even recognize you!" His mood begins to lift a bit.

"Krillin, what are you doing here?" Gohan inquires. "Since when the hell do you work a day job?"

"Well, I have a kid now you know, and let me tell you Gohan, kids aren't cheap." Krillin rubs his head. "And that greedy cunt Bulma won't throw me a bone and help me out, even though she literally has a networth higher than the Rothschilds. So 18 forced me to do this wage slave shit."

"Geez, that's a tough break. And at a high school no less." Gohan says empathetically.

"Yeah, well, if I can fight monsters, I can work a fast food job, it's no biggie." Krillin says. "Anyways, you look like you just when to a Linkin Park memorial concert, what's with the trench coat? Your dad really fucked up with you, huh?"

"It's just the fashion I like, god, why does everyone have to make such a big deal out of it!" Gohan cries out.

"Hey, no judgement here, pal." Krillin stifles in laughter.

"Sorry about that jerk before me, don't take that skin head comment too seriously."

"Huh? Oh, he wasn't wrong." Krillin quickly lifts up his shirt, a large swastika tattooed on his chest. "I've been reading about white nationalism for years."

"What the fuck, really?" Gohan is shocked.

Krillin chuckles. "What did you think I always shaved my head for?"

Gohan shrugs. "I don't know, I thought you were like, a monk or some Buddhist shit."

Krillin laughs. "Ah, ignorance truly is bliss."

"Hey faggots, can you two stop jerking each other off and make a fucking order already?" Erasa shouts again impatiently.

"Sorry!" Gohan shouts back. "Alright, uh, you guys still have the 10 nuggets for 1.50 right?"

"Yeah, that's still a thing." Krillin replies.

"Alright, just give me $10 of that. And a fuck ton of buffalo sauce, I haven't shit in days."

"You got it, buddy." Krillin hands him his receipt. "Nice seeing you again."

"Yeah!" Gohan gives him a fist bump. "Oh, and if you can, please rub your balls on that guy's Triple Whopper for me, will ya?"

Krillin winks. "I was already planning on it. Next!"

...

Today was bring your dad to school day, and since Gohan's real dad was dead, he had to settle for the guy who actually raised him, Piccolo. They planned to meet in front of the school, but since Piccolo was directionally retarded, it took him a while to find the place. Piccolo eventually arrived, in his traditional cape and turban, looking more pissed off than usual.

"Jesus christ Piccolo, how hard is it to use Google Maps?" Gohan complains.

"Look, I don't understand this Earth shit, Gohan, I'm a Namekian." Piccolo grumbles, getting a bunch of startled looks from passing by students. "You're lucky I even came here, your mom can be a real naggy bitch."

"Yeah, well, good grades are all she cares about, but that's not what's important." Gohan tells him. "I really want to impress Videl, so you better make me look cool, alright? Are you wearing the 2pac shirt I bought for you underneath that towel?" Gohan asks.

Piccolo pauses, feeling really embarrassed. "Yes..."

Gohan grins."Heh, good. Alright, we gotta head to class before it's too late!"

The two rush over, and as soon as they enter the room, the whole class stops and falls silent, staring at the tall green monster in front of them. Students and parents alike stare in fear and disgust as Piccolo steps forth.

"Ahem, erm..." Gohan tries to break the silence. "Hey everyone, this is my father... Piccolo."

"What the fuck..." A student mumbles.

"Jesus christ..." A parent says in shock.

"Wow, he really is from Iraq..." Another student says.

Gohan nudges Piccolo. "Father, can you say hi to everyone?"

Piccolo growls, but forces it out. "H-hi."

"Psh, nice turban, Mohammed." Sharpner blurts out. "You feeling sick or is that a Shrek cosplay?"

"He looks like a fucking alien, and I'm not talking about the illegal kind." Erasa says with disgust.

Veins pop out of Piccolo's head as he gets more and more pissed.

"Well, nice to meet you, er, Piccolo?" Mr. Punani greets him, extending his hand, but Piccolo just glares at him. "Oh right, handshakes are offensive in the middle east." He giggles nervously, and steps back. "Alright, well now that everyone is here, everyone please take a seat. Parents, you may sit in the front row as we call you up."

"Alright, be cool Piccolo." Gohan whispers to him, giving him a reassuring wink. Piccolo takes the open seat, which happens to be next to Mr. Satan.

"Colored folk..." Mr. Satan hisses at him.

"Alright now fellas, we'll have each parent come up and tell us a little bit about what you do! Who would like to go fi-" Before Mr. Punani can finish, Mr. Satan immediately springs up.

"That would be me!" He grins proudly, jumping to the front of the classroom.

Videl groans. "Oh god, please kill me."

Mr. Satan starts off by doing some really stupid fighting poses, and nearly trips a few times in the process. "A man who needs no introduction," he sings. "Hyuah!" He lifts his fists in the air. "You all know me as the one, the only, Mr. Satan, mayor of Satan City, and champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament! HUAH!" He pumps his fists yet again. The entire class tries not to burst out laughing.

"What a fucking queer..." Sharpner whispers to his buddy, chuckling. Videl punches him hard in the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Yes, I am the great Mr. Satan. No flash photography, and autographs may be given after school." He grins proudly, and does some more poses, then heads back to his seat.

"Wow, what a performance!" Mr. Punani claps. "I'll be getting one of those autographs for sure! Alright, who's next?"

A tall, muscular, tattooed man in a biker jacket walks to the front of the class.

"My name's Rodney. I'm Sharpner's uncle." The man says in a husky, grated voice. "Sharpner's real dad left him when he was like 6 after he threw a baseball that popped his testicle."

Sharpner's face reddens. "W-what the fuck uncle Rodney, you didn't need to tell them that!"

"My hobbies? I like to do heroin, drink, fuck underage girls, and ride my bike." The whole crowd whispers to themselves. "Wow Sharpner's uncle is so cool."

"Man, Sharpner's uncle is hot." Erasa bites her lip. "I'm gonna ask for his number after class."

"I want to a take a ride on his bike." Videl stares at him.

"Are you fucking serious?" Gohan looks around at the class. "People think that junkie is cool?"

"Wow, interesting. Looks like you already got a lot of fangirls, like father like son they say!" Mr. Punani chuckles. "Alright, anyone else? How about the mysterious green man himself?"

Everyone looks over at Piccolo, who's been meditating for the past 10 minutes. Gohan throws a crumpled paper to snap him out of it.

"Hm?" Piccolo glares up at Mr. Punani.

"Come on up, Mr. Piccolo! We're all eager to hear your story."

"No." Piccolo says coldly then closes his eyes again.

Gohan throws another paper. "Dad!" he yells out.

Piccolo growls. "Fine." he gets up in front of the class, just staring blankly for a few moments.

"Whenever you're ready..." Mr. Punani scratches his moustache.

Gohan throws another paper at him. "Maybe you should open that paper and read off of it, dad..."

Piccolo stares at it for a moment in anger, then picks it up and opens it.

"My name is Piccolo. I am Gohan's father. I am from Syria and immigrated when I was a young adult. I work at Interscope Records and produce music with the likes of Dr. Dre and Kendrick Lamar." He recites off the paper.

"Now wait here an uno momento!" Mr. Satan interrupts. "Immigrant? Now you listen here, you collard green looking motherfucker, I passed an anti immigration law here decades ago." Mr. Satan gets up and stands imposingly in front of Piccolo. "Now in this city, we don't take too kindly to colored folk like you... so if that's some kind of makeup you got on, I suggest you take it off."

Piccolo glares at him further. Gohan panics and rushes in between the two.

"Now hold on, this is a big misunderstanding!" Gohan pleads. "My father is not an immigrant, he didn't mean to say that, alright?"

"Well if your so-called father isn't an immigrant, he can produce the proper forms of identification, can't he?" Mr. Satan grins, stepping back in front of Piccolo. "So what's it gonna be, green boy?"

Piccolo readies his fist to knock Mr. Satan the fuck out, but Gohan holds him back, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Satan sir, he has them at home!" Gohan cries out. "Let's just all be chill alright?"

Mr. Satan slams his fist on the table. "I don't believe it! Produce your identification or I'm throwing your green bean ass all the way back to Sy-OOOF!" Mr. Satan flies through the class wall, bursting through five classrooms before stopping. Gohan didn't even have time to react to Piccolo's fist before it hit him.

"Holy shit!" Students yell.

"That's the same shit Gohan did!"

"Gohan's family is a bunch of retard rage freaks!" They yell, and everyone runs out of the classroom in fear from Piccolo.

"No, wait! Please, he didn't mean to do that!" Gohan yells. Only Videl remains, and she's seething with anger.

"Who the fuck does this guy think he is, Gohan?" Videl walks up towards him, clenching her fists tightly. "You think you can humiliate my father and get away with it, you green turd?"

Piccolo grabs Videl by her neck, lifting her up, and prepares another fist.

"No, Piccolo, stop!" Gohan yells, and turns into a Super Saiyan. "That's enough, Piccolo!"

Piccolo lets her down, but then strikes her hard on her neck, causing her to go unconscious.

"Bitch was asking for it. I let her off easy."

"Piccolo, what the fuck!" Gohan screams. "I oughta kick your ass! You just had to ruin that shit, didn't you?"

"If it's over, I'll be heading back to Kami's now. I have more important things to do, like, you know, protect the fucking Earth."

"You're a real piece of shit, you know that, Piccolo?" Gohan turns back to his normal form and grabs his backpack. "One favor, and you have to fuck it up. Yamcha is more useful than you. I'm gonna be sure to let my mom know about this."

"Tell your mom she can suck my Namekian dick. That's the last favor I'm doing for that bitch."

"Namekians don't even have dicks!" Gohan screams.

Piccolo instant transmissions the fuck out of there, and Gohan flies home pissed.

Later that day, after school, Gohan wrote in his diary about his plans for revenge on Orange Star. He knew he was going to murder everyone, but was still pondering on whether he should kill himself or not after.

"Hmm, on one hand, if I do stay alive, everyone will probably look down on me and my dad will be super pissed... but on the other hand, suicide is really cool and it will get me more media attention as a troubled and tragic kid. People will sympathize with me more." Gohan said to himself. "Fuck it, suicide it is. Not like there's much to live for nowadays anyway."

But before Gohan took his plan into effect, there were still a few things he needed to do on Earth... stay tuned for the next chapter of TOSHSM (which will be out much sooner this time)!